A black day dawned in the draenei's life, the day Emalia was born. Dark clouds were gathering over Azeroth, a dark force divided the sky in two. Blue fire crossed the forest, leaving behind pain and suffering, a bright light broke through the fire. Emalia lay quietly there was a glaring light around her, and seemed to be the release. But then the light disappeared and only left a mark on her forehead.
This story is told to the children for a long time and tried to stay away from Ema. Everyone was afraid of her and the dark aura that surrounded them. Unsuspecting Ema lived her life in her home country, it didn't even bother her that everyone avoided her and only talked to her when she was most necessary.
The night had started peacefully, you could only hear the nocturnal animals. A loud bang broke the silence, the whole village was awake and looking for the cause of the deafening noise.
From the forest one saw a figure approaching the village, behind this person the forest blazed in the shine of blue fire. The villagers backed away more and more for fear of the shape that the fire brought with it.
A loud roar then silent no one was alive anymore, that fire burned everything down, nothing true was left. Ema had become the terrifying dragon lord, this was the fate that determined her life. Innocent blood clung to their hands, their sinister laughter at the destruction could be heard everywhere. The world shuddered at this laughter, and hid as best it could from the anger that lay in it.